Wichita eagle. [volume] (Wichita, Kan.) 1886-1890, 1887-12-17
The aaa Daily eagle: Saturday going IT, 1887.

The waiter, not compromising what he
meant, seemed vexed. Jacques laughed
loudly 1t seemed to him, besides, that the
apple tree had, with branch, waved gest-
ure of refusal Doubtless it was a temperate
apple tree, or one at least that took nothing
in the morning. They discussed the pro-
gramme for the day, and decided on Nogent-
sur Marine Jacques talked OF hiring coach
for the Place de la Bastile 1t was as If they
were all under an enchantment
''Say, you must knit up your roots" said
Jacques to his apple tree, giving it 4 friendly
dig with his elbow.
Jmpassive as ever, the apple tree held him
self on the curbstone, while they set off.
Then it followed tie hack at a gentle trot.
Leaning out of the door Jacques looked at it.
Once he cried out in a fright. His apple
tree had just missed bruising itself severely.
What is the matter with your asked his
lady friends
Don't trouble yourself" said be. 81 have
my apple tree
''He has his apple tree! He has his apple
tree!" they repeated with noisy laughter.
At the railway station the apple tree did
not go astray. Jacques found that, after
his tree, for which he began to have an at
tachrnent But he was soon treasured The
apple tree stepped down on the track-with-
out any ticket, the rogue-and, always
holding to good tradition, kept himself at
the door of Jacques compartment, wheeling
about in the style of a body guard following
the kings coach. Only, Jacques devoted to
his apple tree, was a little too neglectful of
n, Lodi ~, h IF bou
ing for him kindly feeling, reproached
him gently.
"Are you jealous of my apple tree!" asked
he, laughing.
Apple treei Apple tree! And they began to
sing one of those refrains which enjoy noisy
popularity They even improvised lines,
some of which were little too free. Jacques
feared that they would offend his apple tree
But the tree retained its impassibility, all in
good taste and quite English. Arrived at the
station, there was frighful racket. Jacques
nearly lost his apple tree. But nothing is SO
convenient in throng as a tall friend. He
saw the tree disengage itself adroitly and
take it's post again-the faithful lackey De-
cidedly it was an apple tree worthy OF. conf
dence. They all went and settled themselves
in an alehouse on the bank Of the Marine
This time jacques felt himself i'll at ease
Was it not uncivil of him thus to seat himself
comfortably on the terrace selfishly, and leave
his apple tree On the road, walking about all
alone with its branches clasped behind its
back? And yet he did not dare to rise from
his chair.
Oh, foolish pleasures of youth Oh, with
what silvery laughs they were enjoyed! The
chatter acquired a certain crispness the
wines gurgled freely. Jacques experienced
an exquisite sense of comfort, having re-
Gently passed through period of privation.
He was even a little over excited, but what
would you! One has not always choked a
horse dealer the night before; one has not al
ways an apple tree that waits standing be
fore ones restaurant So his somewhat ex-
cessive hilarity was excusable, all the more
that his friends of both sexes did not fail TO
keep the pace with him. Being in generous
mood he tossed up glass of champagne into
the branches of his apple tree.
"a canoe, a canoe! Let's go to the Wolves
Island"
'FNo, non cried Jacques, who was growing
tender hearted Perhaps he does not know
how to SWIM"
"Who!n
"My app
"Apple tree! Apple tree! This is bore,
but its funny. Bravor'
Jacques blushed slightly. These people
would never understand him. He looked at
his apple tree as though to advise with it,
and it seemed to him that the tree did not
dread little walk on the water; new way,
doubtless, of moistening its roots. The little
boat cast off her moorings. The tree leaped
from the bank gracefully and walked on the
waves, without the least embarrassment
Jacques kept his eye on it, ready TO offer a
pole in case of need
By nightfall, Jacques was abominably
drunk He shouted to his friends
"You bore ne, all of you You make me
sick. l cast you off. l am going away with
my apple tree"
They laughed all the more; they tried TO
hold him, but in vain. The girls, vexed, biz
their lips He paid no attention to them, the
ungrateful fellow. Night came on. He fol
lowed the edge of the pahk accompanied by
his apple tree. He experienced a genuine
shame, because he staggered horribly, and
was Inundated in the presence of the tree,
which, having drunk nothing, held itself
constantly erect, with little affectation of
gravity even Jacques zigzagged along in
most deplorable fashion, few inches from
the edge. Feeling the necessity of a support
he stepped up to his apple tree and said, with
clammy lips
''You are my friend, hold me-"
And he leaned heavily against the tree.
But his body met only the empty air, he tun
bled over, rolled down the bank, fell into the
water, had a congestion, and was drowned
The apple tree, left to itself went back to
the plain of Aubervillers-Tra from
the French of jules Lermina for Boston
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